It took 25ish hours to fall in love
Getting smitten with the work
There's something about a large painting that makes my heart sing—the scale, detail, brushwork, the large colors that overtake the onlooker's entire view. This month I began painting this bridge piece, the sister to my highway overpass painting.
These big paintings take a lot of hours and serious commitment that can be hard to be faithful to, especially in the beginning. It's quite like a new relationship.
At first I'm doubtful, scared, nervous what will come. Then at some point in the process I turn a corner and I fall in love. A point where colors and shapes begin to come together in a way that springs joy, and I simply get smitten. And like falling in love with a person, I begin to crave extra hours in the day to spend time with it.
For this big guy, I fell in love around hour 25 or so. That's about 10 days of sittings when I was more nervous than smitten. But now we're honeymooning.
Here's my favorite corner as it developed:
A few things worth sharing
"'I want to become a painter. How do I do that?' [chuckle] With extreme difficulty and reality. You probably won't be able to make a living, but you can make a life, with a kind of calm and ineffable-ness."
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